Ashes and Kingdoms

"Lord Phineas!

Called by decree, Finn stopped waving the wooden sword. My lord, I am not used to being called, and I am not very comfortable.

I don't mind Finn, who looks odd, and the decree gave Glause beside him a hand.

"Excuse me, General Glaus. Lord Phineas' troops have arrived."

"Okay, let's go right away. Phineas, that's it for archaeology."

Glaus nods and lowers the transmission, cleaning up the wooden sword for practice. Finn and Mac rushed into it too.

"Thank you"

Finn bows his head deeply to thank the General himself for his archery. Glaus laughed at Eagle Deep Fried.

"Don't take it personally. It's fun to teach good students, and you can't have half a teacher on Dragon Marquis. Maxentius, you must wear a sword technique that is not embarrassing to be seen. If you intend to serve as Dragon Horse's squire,"

"Yes! Thank you for your guidance!

Mac salutes by stretching his spine. Glaus nodded umm, then looked at Finn and raised his eyebrows.

"What do you do with the dragon marquis in his face like that, Phineas? Grandeur, grandeur."

"Ha," Finn leaked an ambiguous voice. "But thank you... Mac is my friend. Because I'm not a squire. The rest of us, my troops, so..."

"Hmm. I don't know if you're in the mood... but if you don't want your friend to be a squire, put him under the title of SS Chief as well. But in any case, in public, that's true about your“ people, "but we need to be clear about who has a decision to make. I was reluctant to move quickly when I had to."

"Yes."

Finn honestly accepted the advice and nodded.

Glaus stands first, Finn and Mac walk away afterwards. On the road Mac was excited about the new title and asked for Finn's approval with a low voice and delight.

"The SS captain. Nice! Brother, really, me, can I say that? Oh, but then, I wonder what Mr. Valt and the others will do. I can't be the captain."

"SS, what a name in itself, Walt seems to hate it," Finn responds with a bitter smile.

"Haha, I can tell you. But you can't use 'powder shop' for boulders anymore, can you? Gotta think of something."

"Right."

Finn answered in the sky above. Sure, it's inconvenient without a name, but it's just a group of more than ten people. I thought it would be okay if I didn't give you a big name, or even a powder shop.

Coming to the gates of the barracks, he had all the familiar faces. Blue fog and the Valts, plus Nellis, who picked him up one foot away.

Finn was urged by Glaus by hand and ran over to them.

"Glad you made it"

Though I was pleased to reunite for a moment, I cannot bear the complexion of my companions. When Finn looked at the blue mist in surprise, he returned a sarcastic bitterness.

"I let you through the dwarf way. Walking in the dark, narrow, damp tunnels for days seems a bit daunting."

"… dwarf, is it"

That's another tough one. Finn turned sympathetic to Valt, but was struck by a swordswallowing roar and looked away in panic. Turning back to the blue mist, Finn thanked again.

"Thank you for guiding us so far. Thanks so much for your help."

"What, we're each other. And."

Blue fog responded lightly, inadvertently lurking his voice with a deep, meaningful smile.

"When you get older to some extent, the young guys just seem adorable with it. It won't be painful to take care of him."

"Is that... about me? Or no way."

I guess it doesn't mean she's cute up to Valt or Plast, Finn gives a dubious look. The blue fog just set aside and raised my eyebrows, and I didn't dare answer the question.

"I left the cost of the job with Oandus. Now the contract is over, but if you get a chance, you should come back to the village. You're always welcome."

"Thank you. And thank you to all of you."

"Oh. Bye."

Blue fog said goodbye pale and turned one heel back and went north down the street. I guess I'll go out of sight and then go back to the village with the help of dragons.

Finn often dropped him off before turning to Glaus to introduce his people. I didn't even seem to know you were a former legion soldier.

"I've heard from Phineas," Glaus said, well done. "Your concerns are good, too. In the first place, treating Phineas as a subordinate is also inconvenient for this purpose. But while you're at Costom, Phineas and I need you to get up in the barracks. It will cost you extra money to have an inn in the city, and it will collect your ears and eyes. You don't have to serve in the military like sentries, but you can take part in training if you want."

with a short voice of understanding, the Valts align their heels. Apparently the previous habits have returned in front of a decent commander. Oandus and Fauna looked at each other like they had come to the wrong place. Noticed it, Glaus glanced at Nellis before speaking to both of them.

"As for the family of Phineas, we let the temple in the barracks have a room. Don't particularly restrict movement within the barracks, but don't let the soldiers get in the way. That's it."

The question looked around together so that when he was sure that he had no hands up, Glaus ordered Nellis and Finn to guide the newcomers, respectively, and walked away.

As soon as the general was gone, Valt, returning to his sloppy posture, scratched his bum and blurred.

"I'm not calm. All of a sudden you come to the knees of a general in your own country, and that's what you're doing as a legion soldier. I don't know who you are."

"Mr. Valt, it's about that."

Mac said in a strange momentum, so everyone's gaze gathered. Mac looked around at everyone as a dust.

"I have a suggestion. Because Dragon Hou's people are not going to die in the powder shop. I was just telling you, why don't you give it a proper name? General Glaus said SS, but - yeah, I thought Mr. Valt would definitely look like that."

Lightly flushed through the tannic surfaces, Valt chewed up the additional bitter bugs, and his buddies laughed. Nellis laughs a little too, then puts one hand on his jaw when he fumes.

"Eighth Legion, you mean the caller, not the number, right? But I've been thinking, oh, isn't that a lot of corps names that don't look good? The Sickness Squad, the Thunder Squad, the Immortal Corps... I'm ashamed of this one. I think it would be nice to wear it like that in a powder shop."

When they said it was a deviation, the former legion soldiers looked at each other. Typically, each unit of the Legion is numbered, and that's the official name. but the numbers don't taste like it alone, so the soldiers take their own common name, and that's taken over as a second legion name as it is. Everything Nellis mentioned is a common name that has been around for a long time. Valt coughed up.

"Well, I admit it's somewhat old-fashioned. That's what Legion names are for. It can't be as pretty as a flower name."

"You didn't tell me to put on something beautiful. Mostly, it doesn't suit your brother like that. Yeah, what about the Tombstone Corps? You look strong."

Fucked and laughed, Finn slowly dropped his shoulder. I imagine a strange unit marching with a headstone on its back, and I get more and more disoriented. Valt shrugged, and, you know, he almost opened his mouth, and Mac took the lead.

"Northern Tenryu Squad"

With the sharpness of the sword of the slender and the stripper, his name cut into his heart. Finn looked up softly and stared seriously at Mac.

Everyone stared at him and Mac blinked a little like a stink.

"... I don't know. In the Dragon Hou Army, it's a long time ago with the Dragon Hou family. It's not just the Northern Army. It's confusing with the Eighth Corps."

"Let's do that," Finn grinned, admitting softly. "It's good to have Lena in your name properly."

A few people feel weak. When Valt gave way to a grand sigh, better than the headstone, Nellis also agreed with a vague bitter smile.

A strange silence descends on the spot while a new “identity” permeates everyone's consciousness. Eventually, Oandus snapped like he was talking to himself.

"I don't know what it means to say that an independent soldier who doesn't belong to the Legion can make a name for himself, even if his insistence is very different from a powderhouse at Comlis... that's disturbing"

Finn also changed his expression and nodded and looked at the barracks.

"When it comes to form alone, it is proof of the imperial glory that a general needs a force of neutrality. We don't know what's going to happen."

"The recessionary side. Sorry!

As soon as he did, Valt raised his voice and put a good momentum on Finn's back. To a laid-back fin, Valt smiles invincibly.

"At least I didn't have to worry about falling with the Legion. If you have to, gather the deserters and triumph north to get a city. They don't want the land on the poor north side anyway. I'll be the mayor."

"I don't want to live in the town you're partitioning."

Boosh and Plast say and laugh that their buddies are mouthful too. Valt is outraged and wields his fist. Finn looked at it in awe, but, uh, he looked at his parents and thought about the future Valt said.

Yes, if the Legion can't help us forever, why don't we take the northern town back into human hands ourselves? Now, with the power of Lena, we can protect about one small town. The mayor can serve as Oandus. Even the city council wouldn't make a big difference because it was essentially him and Fauna who had been doing 'powder shop' jobs and accounting interactions until now.

(So I defend the town. Retreat the dark beasts and wildlings so that everyone can safely plow the fields, do business)

If only the Emperor and Ancius of Winnea had recognized the boring autonomous city.

(Let's ask)

To the emperor who comes to the meeting with Lord Nakte, at the time of his meeting in Quanos.

Finn looked up into the sky and looked far north. Maybe, even a few, we can get our home taken by the darkness back into this hand. I can't get to Nanais. But at least around Winnea.

Feeling hope sprout in his chest, Finn smiles slightly, alone.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Nellis asked suspiciously, but Finn shook his head in silence and stroked his sister's head to do it. This new dream is still too brittle to be relied upon to speak. But Finn must, this time, have decided in his heart to make it properly real. Give it to your family with these hands.

As Finn thought about it, Nellis said with a glimpse into the waxy odor.

"You know, brother. Don't think you can deceive anything if you stroke your head, do you? Even if he doesn't, he doesn't have enough words, and he decides on his own, and every time we get angry later. If you're going to do something, just tell me."

"Right."

Finn smiled bitterly and nodded. Absolutely right, there's no word to give it back.

"I'll talk to you in a minute. A little more... when you're sure"

"Um, good."

Nellis answers greatly and laughs uncomfortably at himself. My parents were also narrowing their eyes to the appearance of brothers and sisters laughing amicably.